Radiohead

(I'm a Radiohead, I'm a Radiohead) Coming this winter, straight jackets by North Face 2, 3 all girl schools and could spit at how we tour taste Record shops'll see more fiends than a Detox When Cage shit drops, like LSD blots You can't handcuff what you can't snuff Before your body's embalmed I dipped the philly for a puff Keep your eyes peeled - make sure your teams packing the Glocks kids Pour disinfectant in they ears I'm speaking noxious Alex the baby came after after birth I ain't been straight with God since he dropped my ass on Earth You gonna burn for that! Then burn me right now Paul My scalp still wears a scar from that lobotomy seminar Can't help but act out, when I black out I push my brother' odds in then I kicked him back out You kids trying to blast at me better learn to shoot straighter Premature brains get cooked up in the incubator (pssssss) Page 67, Paragraph 2 Show precision in your outer, skin MCs alive, man you I'm a Radiohead, getting open 'til I'm brain dead Then I'm getting open 'til you brain dead I'm a Radiohead, getting open 'til I'm brain dead Then I'm getting open 'til I brain dead I was possessed by Dionysus Kicked outta highschool for giving paps smears of crisis Cold-type ciphers I burn motherfuckers 'til the fume kicks Watch me fuck them four Craft bitches to death with broom sticks Sweeping with chicks, lacing up dicks, getting lovely 'Til I'm spaced out roughly like Martians playing rugby (aha) See a vigilante, shoot him 'til his heart stops And send his eyes to the cops in a box for crime watch Slipped out the snatch, wipe my face clean of the crap That's been holding me back since minus 9 months my leaky sack Blind ya! T. EC. Behind ya! Who could undermine ya? Sickest of intelligence defined ya The vagina re-designer Get you opened out your mind your Sent to death trying to slide out your own spine ta Find a life where your cock's treated like Christ And every cunt from up the block will beg forgiveness from your sex device I'm a Radiohead, getting open 'til I'm brain dead Then I'm getting open 'til you brain dead (x2) Obnoxious crotches Smack they ass 'til skin blotches Mail bombin' Weather from Holland Still smilin' Fishburne like Lawrence Agent Orange Revived a victim then locked her in cold storage Ate a pussy popped Stumped her under vulture nigga blocks Analyze the blood clots, before regretted Body rots Factual photo: puss pierced shut Seared slut Jose Used to take facials mostly Gang this bong While I pick that Lionel Ritchie afro cunt out all night long I'm into like... (fffff) altering my perception Emptied a clip in my reflection for looking my direction I'm a Radiohead, getting open 'til I'm brain dead Then I'm getting open 'til you brain dead (x2) (I'm a Radiohead, I'm a Radiohead The nasty Agent Orange is comin' Bright and early in the mornin' With the Necro coroner behind drumin' On the severed headpiece of your woman)